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COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Josef Narbuada
Songwriter
歌詞
Ridin' thru the city these thoughts they be racing on me
We be making waves you know we be making tsunamis
You ain't been the same since I took you up as my best
You ain't been in love I know you just gotta confess
Wait up, wait up
I know you been hidin' the truth
She more like Jayda Wayda
Had to get it up out her two
Is it forever ever? Ever ever spending with you?
Is it forever ever? Making money making these moves
Been 'bout five weeks since I saw you since you last been in my room
Feel like H-Town like Beyonce just"Say My Name" come thru
Get some face time we on FaceTime just ridin' round in my coupe
You just waste time like to waste time so why would I be with you?
It's been a faded summer, faded summer
My stoner mamacita
Let me get it from ya, get it from ya
No I do not bite but I
Feel like Pilot Jones I'm just tryna get you higher
Rollin' down the window with a three.5 in my J and I'm
Ridin' thru the city these thoughts they be racing on me
We be making waves you know we be making tsunamis
You ain't been the same since I took you up as my best
You ain't been in love I know you just gotta confess
Wait up, wait up
I know you been hidin' the truth
She more like Jayda Wayda
Had to get it up out her two
Is it forever ever? Ever ever spending with you?
Is it forever ever? Making money making these moves
Wait up, wait up
I know you been hidin' the truth
She more like Jayda Wayda
Had to get it up out her two
Is it forever ever? Ever ever spending with you?
Is it forever ever? Making money making these moves
Wait up, wait up
I know you been hidin' the truth
She more like Jayda Wayda
Had to get it up out her two
Is it forever ever? Ever ever spending with you?
Is it forever ever? Making money making these moves
I just saw this girl up at a party
One hand she got fingers crossed the other hand Bacardi
Why the fuck she come here when she know that I'm gon be here?
Why the fuck she tryna get on my nerves? Not tryna see her
Don't fuck with your attitude I don't even wanna talk
I don't want a picture baby crop me out the shot
Yeah I'm out the frame it's a shame you a thot
Never hit the brakes yeah I'm never gonna stop
Before you go baby I gotta tell you--you light my fire
A bad religion
Fucking, fighting
You my messiah
And we had bad intentions
Badder bitches we had to cut it off
Uh aye we had to cut it off
Cut it off baby just cut it off
Cut it off baby just cut it off
Cut it off baby just cut it off
Oh, ahh
Written by: Josef Narbuada